"Poor kid," he said. This, then, was at the back of Marjorie's mysterious hints, and those scratchat sneers of Naomi Rushworth's. The girl had wanted love affairs, that was certain; imagined them perhaps. There had been Ambrose Ledbury. Between the normal and the abnormal, the gulf is deep, but so narrow that misrepresentation is made easy.
(From The Unpleasantness At the Bellona Club, by Dorothy L. Sayers. Can you imagine what a "scratchcat sneer" would look like?)
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